Do
you think it's illegal to borrow CDs from the library with your
library card and then rip them? I'm not saying I did it, and if
I did it would have only been the Backstreet Boys' "Never Gone"
which is probably in bargain basement bins all around the world,
if that would make it any better. I will say that one of the things
this tiny town has going for it is a healthy library budget for
music, which I will again go on the record to say I am in no way
abusing.
Top
five on my mind right now:
1.
I can't believe I didn't write for almost a month.
2. We've had too many visitors lately.
3. I've been eating too much bread lately and am fat.
4. Will we all get along when we're at the coast together next week?
5. If the baby goes to daycare will he turn into a serial killer?
To
elaborate, I am lame for not writing for so long. I have no excuses,
except for number two up there. Not poo, visitors. We've had a non-stop
flow for the past two weeks, which I guess is what happens when
you live a block from the ocean and it's 70 degrees when everywhere
else is 100. I am definitely fat, which was confirmed by some pictures
taken this weekend. What's interesting is a) I realized after gaining
back some weight that my husband likes me more with a few extra
pounds, which contradicts what society tells us, and b) my face
looks somehow better and less old. My body, however, is not excellent
and my self-esteem has plummeted. I gotta figure out some midway
point for all of this. I do need to stop eating so much bread, though.
It's ridiculous. And, we're going to the coast with the in-laws
this week, and there's always the potential for disaster but I'm
hoping for the best. I learned from my mistakes last year and so
this year I will not a) bring any board games and enthusiastically
try to make everyone play them, and b) try to cook a meal in my
mother-in-law's domain, the kitchen. Lastly, Gray's new job starts
in a week and the company has on-site daycare. If the baby were
to go with him to work and then I picked him up at lunchtime, I
could have four hours to edit and do whatever the hell I used to
do before I had a baby. But will he get germs? Will he learn bad
habits? Will he scream for attention and get ADHD? Will they feed
him corn syrup?
I
bought a bike. I love it. We mounted a baby carrier
on the front of it and the baby sits in the front by the handlebars
staring out. This way he catches the bugs in his teeth, not me.
I
bought an ovulation kit today. If I were 26 I wouldn't have done
it yet. But I'm not.
